Posts by asska

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    tracking!
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    scared tracking with this girlie
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    Well, here she was, back on Earth and breathing within a vessel. The german shepherd body would serve her well, nothing too bulky but strong and quick. Breathing in, the demon would look over the territory that she was outside of with a curious but neutral blue gaze. So this was Colouredclan then? Well, it was something, Alaska just hoped that it lived up to the reputation of an anti-clan. Sweeping her thick tail behind her, the canine would lick her lips before letting out a small sigh. Did it always take them this long to find someone perched on the border?


    "Hello?" She'd muse with a flick of her ears as a cooler breeze tugged at her thick tan and black coat. The territory had a nice balance of colour, which had no matter to her, but the thought had popped up within her mind. The sin of Wrath would scrape her nails along the ground as she waited for someone to show. Her sword was sheathed on her back, once Alaska found a place to sleep within the clan she'd store it away until she could train. Until then, she was stuck here.
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    One at a time animals began to pour in, and Alaska couldn't help but tighten her muscles slightly at the arrival of everyone. Being almost alone for quite a while had left her people skills a little rusty, not that they were good in the first place. Sweeping her blue gaze across those who had gathered, and her ears flicked at the greetings they said.


    "Alaska, I'm here to join," the femme would respond with a blink of her cool blue eyes. Rolling her shoulders, the canine would readjust her sword as she waited for someone to accept her. The thought of her joining a clan was strange, it was something she didn't expect herself to do, but even she had grown tired of the life she had been leading. So, here she was.
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    my girl alaska could capture righthook and mess with his brains via mental torture?
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